I try, b_t its hard to forget yo_. Everything seems so incomplete.
Witho_t yo_, I cannot tr_st, I do not _nderstand a thing
At break of dawn, the S_n can’t shine and so the birds don’t sing
No bread and b_tter for breakfast, no l_nch, no s_pper too
I cannot even have a c_p of coffee witho_t yo_
The S_n, the c_p, the red _mbrella, all want yo_, j_st the way I do
Tell those angels to send yo_ back or take _s all along with yo_